worship
An ode to You who is holy. Never to be touched by something so lowly as herself, an object, so filthy the denial, might ruin her slowly
An ode to Your lips, and the words they say, or hiss the words that always hit, never miss watching You sing is a shot of pure bliss
An ode to Your voice, really, the easiest choice, it comes at a cost, but rejoice theres never been a more worthy invoice.
An ode to Your control The way You reinforce our role treat her like nothing but a hole it is what makes her whole
An ode to Your cruelty wishing it was her new reality with just a touch of frenzy, just the thought makes her so needy
An ode to Your presence, but also the way that Your absence feels like a sentence, has her begging for repentance
An ode to Your cock she simps, desperate, squawk the perfect opportunity for You to mock when You make her tick like a clock.
An ode to Your feet and how they now make her weak if they are her only treat she will take a kick in a hearbeat
An ode to Your face those traits filled with grace from her memories, she cannot erase so handsome, nothing equates
An ode to, The one Superior that really makes her hasty, hazy, mind in a blurr, endlessly infatuated, adoringly aroused, completely subjugated. the truth is pretty obvious, she must admit rather innocuous, to You, she wants to submit in the end she knows it’s just a game captivated, You’ve made Your way into her brain she just wants Your treatment, no matter the pain.
